In a world where logic and proportion dies
The dark sides laughing as it lights the night
It comes around when you are least expecting it to strike
With its evil eyes
And takes your soul with all its might
It grabs you by the neck
The voices haunting me
A broken seal looks in at me
No slumber anymore
Demons in disguise
Knocking at my door
A small piece of advice. Ignore!
My eyes are growing cold
My head is hurting
The burning version of a man whose lost his will to live
The strength increases
When it fired a shot into its hold
The fight is over
When there is nothing left to have or give
The voices haunting me
A broken seal looks in at me No slumber anymore
Demons in disguise
Knocking at my door
No slumber anymore
The voices haunting me
A broken seal looks in at me
Demons in disguise
Knocking at my door
A small piece of advice.
Ignore.
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